J. WATERHOUSE - THE BEAUTIFUL LADY WITHOUT MERCY CANVAS PRINT

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 (𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒉, 𝟏𝟖𝟒𝟗-𝟏𝟗𝟏𝟕) - 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚 (𝑳𝒂 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊) - 𝟏𝟖𝟗𝟑 - 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎, 𝑷𝒓𝒆-𝑹𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 - 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 - 𝑶𝒊𝒍 𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒗𝒂𝒔 - 𝑯𝒊-𝑹𝒆𝒔 𝑫𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 ---------------------------------"𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚," 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝑳𝒂 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊, 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒊𝒍 𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒗𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆, 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝟏𝟖𝟗𝟑. 𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝑰𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒓𝒆-𝑹𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆, 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑲𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔'𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒓𝒆-𝑹𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕—𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 "𝑳𝒂 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊" 𝒃𝒚 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑲𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔: "𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒍𝒇𝒊𝒏 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒕, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒛'𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 - 𝑺𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔'𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑." 𝑺𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏. 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕'𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒉𝒚𝒑𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆'𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒚'𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆, 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒌𝒂 𝒅𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔, 𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆'𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆, 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕—𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒂 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝑷𝒓𝒆-𝑹𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕. 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝑭𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝑫𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒆𝒆, 𝑭𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝑪𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝑪𝒐𝒘𝒑𝒆𝒓, 𝑨𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓 𝑯𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉, 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒎𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚" 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆'𝒔 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍, 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒚 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔. ------------------------------------------------------------------ 𝑳𝒂 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊: 𝑨 𝑩𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝑩𝒀 𝑱𝑶𝑯𝑵 𝑲𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑺 ---- 𝑶 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒆, 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕-𝒂𝒕-𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔, 𝑨𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈? 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈.| 𝑶 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒆, 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕-𝒂𝒕-𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔, 𝑺𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒆-𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆? 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒍’𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒕’𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆.| 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒘, 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒎𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓-𝒅𝒆𝒘, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒐𝒐.| 𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔, 𝑭𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍—𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒚’𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅, 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅.| 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒛𝒐𝒏𝒆; 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏.| 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒅, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨 𝒇𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒚’𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈.| 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂-𝒅𝒆𝒘, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅— ‘𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆’.| 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒍𝒇𝒊𝒏 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒕, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓.| 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍è𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅—𝑨𝒉! 𝒘𝒐𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒅𝒆!— 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝑰 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒕 𝑶𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆.| 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐, 𝑷𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓𝒔, 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉-𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒍; 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅—‘𝑳𝒂 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍!’| 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒎, 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒂𝒑è𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒂𝒘𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝑶𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍’𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆.| 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝑰 𝒔𝒐𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝑨𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈.|